A Thorwalson braves Spookwood – The Dark Eye fan-poem, kinda.

Inspired by: Author Heidi Schmitt-Lermann’s poem “DER GEISTERWALD”.

A Thorwalson braves Spookwood, experimental translation
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, alle rights reserved

His loving wife could not accompany him on the quest,
she had to guard their home from any unwelcome guest.
Still the dread legend of the Spookwood was his path,
for no ghostly forest should teach Swafnir the ‘math’!

Armed with battleaxe and shield he ventures forth,
facing the horror of the night in the frozen North.
Because no horror of our sacred fatherland Thorwal,
could send more folk than cowardice itself to hell.

Damp fog suddenly arises, as if by dragon’s breath,
the brain assailed by raptures of dread and death.
Still unshaken the bold son of Thorwal marches on,
for a loud werewolf’s howl offers a duel to be won.

Berserk robber or moonlight skald it will be known,
unveiling a truth by combat as it’ll soon be shown.
The frosty fey, she witnesses like worried wives,
as Norse and werewolf foolishly risk their lives.

Indeed the Thorwalson overcame the raging beast,
a close call still, leaving the carcass as crow’s feast.
Now the ice fey nears, enthralled by her curiosity,
‘Behave, ghostly lady, I rest and bleed as courtesy.

Her lethal kiss, she considers it merely Rahja’s gift,
but Norse choice of duty before death comes swift.
To banish this ethereal visitor it needs a holy shake,
made from salt and warding oils of the mandrake!

The witch observes it with a smirk, this man’s way,
for this night it is not her whim to curse or slay!
‘I spare your life, if you’ll swear to me this night,
you won’t return here until it is by danger’s might.’

A man of honor the Thorwalson proudly takes his leave,
the witch watches him, then retreats stealthy like a thief.
Returning home he sees his armed wife as she had sworn,
That long night, dear child, we ensured you will be born!


Ein Thorwaler im Spukforst – Das Schwarze Auge Fan-Dichtung

Inspiriert durch: Autorin Heidi Schmitt-Lermann’s DER GEISTERWALD

Das Schwarze Auge, Region Thorwal und Thorwaler als Charakterklasse und Wikinger-Abkupferung sind Eingetragenes Warenzeichen bei Ulisses
Spiele und urheberrechtlich geschützes Zeug.

Ein Thorwaler im Spukforst, Variante 2
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, alle Rechte vorbehalten

Mein treues Weib konnte mich nicht begleiten,
denn Sie hatte zu schützen unser Herd und Heim.
Doch der drohenden Sage vom blutigen Spukforst,
der geht ja wohl kein Swafnirson auf den Leim!

Mit Streitaxt und Schild bewaffnet marsch.
Dem Grauen mutig entgegen in jener Nacht.
Denn kein Spuk der in meiner Heimat wandelt
hat je mehr Leute als die Angst umgebracht.

Ein Nebel steigt herauf, Drachenodem gleich.
Hirngespinste hüten wohl Ihr kleines Reich.
Doch waghalsig stapft der Nordmann vorwärts,
denn ein Werwolf lockt zum blutigen Reigen.

Ob er Räuber oder gar pelziger Mond-Skalde,
es wird sich im aufrechten Zweikampf zeigen.
Die Geisterfee blickt erstaunt aufs Treiben,
zwei Narren die sich fröhlich hier entleiben.

Der Nordmann hat fürwahr die Bestie bezwungen,
knapper Sieg und mit um Luft ringenden Lungen.
Die Geisterfee eilt herbei, der Neugier Kind
“Hab Anstand, Spuk, ich raste im eisigen Wind.”

Den Todeskuss, den hält die Fee für Rahja’s Spiel,
doch Nordmann hat wahrlich nicht den Tod als Ziel.
Verbannt wird jenes Weib mit Ihren dunklen Launen,
durch Pulvergemisch aus Salz und Sud der Alraunen!

Die Hexe blickt verschmitzt, einst war sie selber jung.
Nordmann’s Seele und wie sie den Tod im Eis bezwung.
“Verschone ich Dein Leben, so gib mir Dein Ehrenwort,
nur zur Jagd und zum Überleben kehr zurück an diesen Ort.”

Der Sohn Thorwal’s dreht sich heimwärts, ein Ehrenmann.
Die Hexe blickt ihm lange nach, entschwindet aber dann.
Daheim ward sein tapfres Weib auf einsamer Wacht beäugt.
Im Triumph dieser Nacht, geliebtes Kind, wurdest Du gezeugt.


Relations in the social gravity during survival…

Relations in the social gravity during survival
Contemplated by Andrè M. Pietroschek

1. Be reliable.
Be nice, still be reliable. Trust and loyalty are earned through reliability.

2. Compromise.
If you want your way all of the time, stay solo. It’s about finding a healthy balance in compromise. Both people in a relationship must understand that necessity of mutual compromise and sacrifice in a relationship to make it work.

3. It’s healthy to argue.
It’s healthy to bicker. It’s not healthy to have screaming matches. Some couples brag about “never fighting.” That’s nothing to brag about. It probably means that one of you is
holding something back or suppressing it the unhealthy way.

4. It’s not your job to fix the person you love.
You can’t fix them. You can only help them fix themselves.

5. Understand your significant other’s background.
It is important to recognize the person you’re with has not always been that person. They’ve gone or been forced through life’s lessons to make them that person.

6. Do not underestimate the power of thoughtfulness.
Listen. Pay attention. There is nothing more meaningful or memorable than mentioning something in passing and then having your partner bring it back up later.

7. Do not limit expressions of love to grand gestures.
It’s impossible to keep up. Fancy dinners or luxury vacations are wonderful, but love does not have a monetary value.

8. Temper all good advice with caution.
Advice/tips can help, but only you and your partner know what’s right for you and your partner. Don’t take any outside material as an absolute truth.

9. Research and contemplate.
There is nothing wrong with getting some perspective and advice from outside sources.

10. Value each other’s interests.
If you have different interests, which is legitimate but difficult, make sure you value what your partners interests are.

11. If you are not getting something you need, ask for it.
Don’t be afraid to ask for what you need. Your partner is not a mind reader.

12.Spite will get you nowhere.
If your partner hurts you in a relationship, hurting them back on purpose will likely destroy your relationship. Retaliation should be limited to combat training.

13. Trust your instincts aka intuition.
If you sense that something is wrong, bring it up. 9 times out of 10 your instincts are correct and ignoring them will get you nowhere.

© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved
The graveyard is our tomb hotel, with coffins for the poor.
Bloodthirst, our primal urge, the one and only nightly cure!
A predatory kinda revenant, as we arise from certain Death.
Defying God’s dictum due our own dark passions and wrath!
Our ego faced the scythe-bearer, and spit it into the face.
Nocturn, smart, and elegant we build the true masterrace.
The graceful, stylish killer prowls, for we all learned to be:
Children of the Bloodshed, each night we are breaking free.
Prolonged life and feats of power, we pale the mortal fools.
At day they crawl like slaves, at night they bow to our rules.
Mortality, once overcome, feels like a granny’s horrid dream.
Our undead existence cherished and indulged to an extreme.


My Gothic Poetry: I do know Vampire the Masquerade and Requiem. I did play the demo of ‘Bloodlust – Shadowhunter (Witch, btw.). Right now a mere newbie restart, and certainly NOT a work of advanced occultism. Much more an accrediting of once appreciated, individual women I met in subcultures and underground identities…

Gothic Poem – death deserved

death deserved
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved


What have you wrought?
an eldritch, shadowy rapture of betrayal,
as perceptions writhe.

Once we drank of bliss,
untainted and idealist,
but your desire contaminated,
our once ideal darkly passion!

Now drops of blood follow darkness,
follow bitterness,
Love violated.

In a storm of vengeance,
one snap of your neck,
i rejected you forever.

My Gothic Poetry: Right now a mere newbie restart, and certainly NOT a work of advanced occultism. Much more an accrediting of once appreciated, individual women I met in that routine-dominated real life ‘our’ society prefers in comparison to subcultures and underground identities…

Knights of the Old Republic poems

Knights of the Old Republic poems
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved


Darth Copyright reigns undefeated,
and Darth Trademark does the same,
as this is just a fan-work on a game…


The galaxy runs circles, as life repeats a certain tale
Ignorance allows the fools not to see how we all fail
The tides remain recurrent, while people aged away
Extremes devour lives, darkly versatile ways to slay
From Outer Rim to that accursed Republic each of us
May come to realize only Death wins thru all the fuzz
Jedi and Sith embody the eager servants of extremes
War kills millions, despite good intention or dreams
Still we faced trials unshaken and board the Ebon Hawk
learning that haters and enviers will always lurk to gawk
A friendship there, and some romance could be in it, too
No virtue stops bloodshed, as they are not empowered to
Those Jedi manipulators and ambitious Lords of the Sith
bloodily remind how precious the path of independence is
Cruising through the galaxy, pawn of duty or our ambition
The only trick’s to suggest that wisdom lacks ammunition
To be continued or deleted later…